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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.