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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.