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 Maldives and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
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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.