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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.