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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
PIL,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.