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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.