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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.