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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
the Association,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.