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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.