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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.