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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Ronan,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.