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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.