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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.