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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.