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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.