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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Monks,
The Slits,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.