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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.