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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.