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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 DNA to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.