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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.