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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.