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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.