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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.