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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
X-101,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.