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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.