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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.