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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.