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 India and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.