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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.