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 Spain 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Germs,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.