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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
The Wake,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Faust,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.