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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.