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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.