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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.