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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.