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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Mars to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.