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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.