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 Paraguay 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.