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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.