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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.