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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.