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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
CMW,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.