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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.