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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.