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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.