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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Index,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.