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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Wire,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.