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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.