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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.