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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.