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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
cv313,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
10cc,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Wire,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.