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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
X-102,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.