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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.