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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.