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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Can,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.