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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.