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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.