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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.