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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Nico,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.