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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.