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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Wire,
Nas,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.