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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.