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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Organ,
JFA,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.