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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.