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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.