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 Somalia and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.