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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.