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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.