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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.