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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
The Gories,
CMW,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.