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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Swans to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.