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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Trumans Water 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.