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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.