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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.