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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.