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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.