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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.