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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.