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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.