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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.