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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.