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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.