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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.