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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.