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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Gong,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.