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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.