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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Scion,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.