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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.