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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.