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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.