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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.