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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.