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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.