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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C 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 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
X-102,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.