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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.