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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Crime,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.