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 Morocco 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.