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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
UT,
Nas,
Hashim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.