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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.