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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.