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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.