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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.