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 Oman and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.