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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.