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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.