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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.