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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.