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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.