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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.