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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Television,
Skriet,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.