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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Q65,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.