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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.