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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.