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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 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?
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.