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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.