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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Smog,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.