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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Moebius,
MDC,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.