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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.