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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.