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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.