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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.