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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.