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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.