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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
JFA,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.