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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Television,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.