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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.