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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.