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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.