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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.