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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
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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.