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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.