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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Can,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.