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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.