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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.