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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Human League to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.