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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.