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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Wings,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.