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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Music Machine 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Wings,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.