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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.