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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.