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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Wings,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.