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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.