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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.