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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.