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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.