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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.