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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.