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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.