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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.