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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.