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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.