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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.