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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Television,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.