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 Turkmenistan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.