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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.