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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Monks,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.