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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.