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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.