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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.