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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.