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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 June Days 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Franke,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.