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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.