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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.