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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.