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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.