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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.