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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.