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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.