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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.