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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.