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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Pylon,
Sparks,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Crime,
Franke,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Television,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.