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 Belize and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.