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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.