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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.