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 Slovakia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Cramps,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.