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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.