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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Television,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.