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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.