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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.