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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.