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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Victims to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.