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 Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.