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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.