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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.