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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.