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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.