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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.