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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.