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 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.