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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.