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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.