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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.