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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Magma,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.