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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.