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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.