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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.