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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doors to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
cv313,
Organ,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.