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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.