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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Pagans,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.