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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.