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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.