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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.