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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.