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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.