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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.