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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.