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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.