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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.