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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.