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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.