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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.