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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.