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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.