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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Can,
Swans,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.