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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.