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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.