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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.