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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.