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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.