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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.