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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.