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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.