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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.