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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.