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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.