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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.