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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.