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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.