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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.