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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.