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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.