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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.