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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.