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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.