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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Mars,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.