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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.