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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.