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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Index,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.