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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.