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 Brazil 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
June Days,
Urselle,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Slave,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.