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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.