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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
the Association,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.