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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.