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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.