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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.