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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Crime,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.