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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.