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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Crime,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.