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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.