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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.