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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
UT,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Television,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.