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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.