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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.