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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.