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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.