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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Mojo Men 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.