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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.