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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.