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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.