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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '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 Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.