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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.