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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
MC5,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Wire,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.