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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.