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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.