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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Slave,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.