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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.