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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.