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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 Seoul and New York.
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 marimba 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.