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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.