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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.