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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.