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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.