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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.