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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.