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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.