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 Philippines 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.