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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.