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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Deakin,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.