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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Scion,
Brick,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.