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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.