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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Scion,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
New Order,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.