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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Index,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.