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 Lebanon 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.