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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.