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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.