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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.