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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.