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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.