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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.