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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.