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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.