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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.