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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.