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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
X-101,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.