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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Happenings to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.