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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.