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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.