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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.