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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.