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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.