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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Chrome,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.