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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
X-102,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.