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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.