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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.