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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.