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 France 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.