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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.