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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.