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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.