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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.