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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Crime,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.