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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.