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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
cv313,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.