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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.