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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Swans,
The Move,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.