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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.