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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.