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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
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.