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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.