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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Television,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.