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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
X-102,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.