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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Slackers to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.