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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.