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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.