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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.