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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Buckinghams 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.