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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.