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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.