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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Monks,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.