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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.