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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.