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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.