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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Can,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.