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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance 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?
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Can,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.