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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.