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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
UT,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.