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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
MDC,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.