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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.