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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.