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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.