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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.