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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.