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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.