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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.