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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.