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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
UT,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.