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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.