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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Swans,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.