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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.