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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.