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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
MDC,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.