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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.