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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.