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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.