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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.