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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.