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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.