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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.