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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.