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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.