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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.