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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.