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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.