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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Last Poets to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.