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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.