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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.