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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.