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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.