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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.