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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.