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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Index,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.