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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.