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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.