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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Swans,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.