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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.