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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.