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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.