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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.