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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Technova,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.