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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.