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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.