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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.