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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.