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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.