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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Index,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.