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 Somalia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Motions 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.