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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.