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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.