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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.