Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.