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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.