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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Aswad,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.