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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.