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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Visage,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.