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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.