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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.