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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.