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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.