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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s 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 Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.