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 Moldova 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.