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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.