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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.