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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.