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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.