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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.