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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Names to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.