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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.