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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.