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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.