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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.