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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.