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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Index,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Niagra,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.