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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s 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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Yaz,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.