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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.