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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
The Sound,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.