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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.