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 Congo 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.