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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.