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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.