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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.