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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.