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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.