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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Inner City,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.