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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.