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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.