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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.