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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.