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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.