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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.