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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Q65,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.