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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.