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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.