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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.