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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.