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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.