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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Skaos,
Cymande,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.