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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.