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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.