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 Comoros and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 808 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Visage,
Television,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.