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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.