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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
The Busters,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.