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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.