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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.