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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.