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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Brick,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.