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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.