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 India and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.