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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.