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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.