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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.