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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
JFA,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.