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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.