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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.