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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.