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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Skaos,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Franke,
Model 500,
Oneida,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.