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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.