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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.