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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.