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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.