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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.