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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.