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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.