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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.