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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.