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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.