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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.