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 Thailand 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.