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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
PIL,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.