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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.