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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.