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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Index,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.