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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.