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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.