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 Congo 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.