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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.