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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.