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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Index,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.