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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.