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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.