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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Skaos,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.