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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.