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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.