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 India and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.