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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.