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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 AZ to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.