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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
DNA,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.