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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.