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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.