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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.