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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.