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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The Names,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Organ,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.