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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.