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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.