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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.