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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.