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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.