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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.