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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.