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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.