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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Swans,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.