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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.