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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.