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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.