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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.