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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.