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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.