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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.