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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.