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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.