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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.