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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.