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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
MC5,
Cymande,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
AZ,
Crime,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.